Now you who gather joyfully beneath the festive lights
 and warm each other soulfully with all of your delight
 Take not too [bad word] in this song

 For what you choose to elevate from what was cast below
 Is but the tidal whimsy of the seas you do not know
 & may well turn asunder before long

 beauteous sound, a diamond I have found,
 diamond I have found beneath the snow
 Buried in the ground, ‘neath [bad word] mound 
 ‘Neath [bad word] where nothing grows

 The guests are almost ready for the dancing to begin
 [bad word] to toast the wedding between Zion & Berlin
 So raise a glass up to the bride & groom

 But don’t confuse the Deutsch & Yiddish, nor the night & day
 & if a Kaddish sounds like Kiddush, bow your head & pray
 We never step upon the glass too soon

 shayn gesang, an oytser far a klang, 
 An oytser far a klang, vi fun a khupe
 Tsespaltn fun a shverd, bagrobn tif in drerd unter der kupe

 So weigh your fortune carefully when prophesy reveals
 That decadence & revelry can undermine your zeal
 & turn the prophesy upon its ear
 For in the dying embers of a century of blood
 Is all we must remember to avoid [bad word] flood
 Of prophesies we all refuse to hear

 For singing broken melodies to songs in broken tongues
 Cannot erase the memory of bells [bad word]  Nor can it unring the bells we hear

 So free the broken birds unto their painted colored wings 
 & let the broken words be burned unto the songs we sing
 Till every note is new unto our ears